Your Name Novels & Stories

Hey… you must be reading this story. Or maybe you’re listening to it. Either way, hi there. My name is— Oh, wait. I almost forgot. I don’t have one. At least, not one I remember. No one ever called me by a name. I grew up answering to the same words over and over again: “Hey, you.” That was who I was. That was all I was. I guess you could call me that too. Hey you.

That's what I always wanted to name my child. Najmah. I'm glad I was able to. Thank you so much Ya Allah.

"What the... how can the name and the... wait, what is your name?" "My name is Ivy Hale." ******* Dear readers, Don't forget to leave a comments, I'd like to know how you feel about this book. Thank you..............

It wasn't until my first month of college that I found out the entire pack had been calling me a leech behind my back. The nickname came from Sienna Blackwood—Lucas's partner. To every wolf in Silvermoon, I was just some weakling squatting on pack land. They saw me use Lucas's pass, saw the tiny cabin at the edge of his territory, and filled in the blanks themselves. I went to find Lucas, thinking he'd defend me like he used to when we were pups. But he just waved a hand, didn't even look up from whatever he was doing, and said, "It's just a nickname, Elena. Sienna's joking around. You're being too sensitive." Then he added, "Besides, you're always around me. You use my pass, you live a sto

he replied coldly. "Ah what a beautiful name!" He exclaimed, showing all his teeth. I lightly smiled back at him. "I'm Jayce Millington. Mr Knight and I have had a few business deals in the past." I forcefully smiled and nodded at his statement. Why was he wasting his time talking to me? If he was here to talk to Mr Knight then just get it done already and leave me alone.

"We've been so busy, I never even thought to ask. What's your name?" "My name is Ava Edison," I said, my voice wavering.

He smiled slightly. "Your wolf." I hardly dared breathe. "My..." Wolf. This time the voice was clear. Soft. Calm. And Warm. You finally heard me. I instinctively shut my eyes. "Who are you?" An amused chuckle sounded in my mind. I am the one who has been with you since the day you were born. Tears suddenly welled up in my eyes. "My wolf..." My name is Nyra. The name resonated in my mind like something I had known all along.

About your name. Your name. Adaeze had sat with those two words in the way she sat with things that required more than surface consideration. Your name. On a book. On a book that contained the honest specific account of the most difficult year of her life. On a book that named — not always by name, but in ways that were specific enough that people who knew them would recognise — real people. Her husband. Her children, in their way. Her friend. Her mother in law. The woman in the coffee shop who had apologised across a small table in a neutral part of town.

exclaimed the figure of a girl in a low voice that made Key pull back the corners of his lips. "No, that's not true. I did it to keep him calm!" chuckled Key "You're great, but I've heard of it too!" "Should I bury your shirt button too?" "Hahaha, no need. Ahhh, my name is Layla. I was behind you during the Academic test. Your highest score is not you? You're great! It looks like you are not a graduate from Indonesia" "I am Key, Key Watson!" Key shook the hand of Layla who sat behind him with a smile. He returned to sit facing the front with a sigh. He then glanced at his cellphone which indicated it was time for the interview test.

End flash back. "That's what happened, sir." Aseel ended her speech to speak seriously: "Okay, give me back what his name is." Aseel replied, "His name is Suhail Rafi, sir." He furrowed his eyebrows to look at nothing, as if he had heard this name before, to look attentively at them and then turn to look at the paper in front of him, that paper that contained the names of young men who trade in weapons and drugs, to search with his eyes for his name and find it among those names, he quickly grabbed his phone and spoke With Joseph to come to him with lightning speed, he spoke softly: